NOTE: ELDARION translates to "son of Eldar" and Eldar means elves, thus son of elves. Just wanna clear that up. Thanks for reviewing klaw! Hope you guys like this one, the few who are reading, please keep posting, it gives me motivation to keep writing! Thanks!

SO IT BEGINS: 5

The group had decided to sit in a field nearby the citadel's walls. They had just finished supper, and thought it to be a waste to sit inside when the sun was beginning to set. Not a single cloud was seen in the sky, and the sun was shining with a special brightness it seemed. The wind was hardly noticeable, and the scent of the soft grass was, in a way, relaxing.

"Do you remember when we used to do this, when we were all children?" Arodiel asked, not turning to anyone in particular, but asking the question in a manner that addressed everyone.

"Yes, me, you, Eldarion and Laurelas would come out here and watch over the rest of you. We felt like little adults watching over children," replied Amdiriel, chuckling to herself.

"We weren't that much younger than the four of you, yet you treated us like trouble some children," remembered Nestor.

"It's moments like this that make you miss childhood, though. Sometimes, I forget that I've already grown to be a man." AnĂ¡rion trailed off. He seemed to be pondering something, though he kept it to himself. Maethoriel took notice of him, somehow admiring how he looked to sky with his wandering expression. She was pained, however, not being able to join in the conversation, but the presence of her sisters and friends was enough compensation.

"Hey, where is Eldarion?" Laurelas asked, only now noticing his friend had gone missing.

"I saw him follow Aeronel over to the stream. For what reason, I think we all know," Nestor replied, smirking, as the rest lightly chuckled in agreement.

Eldarion came upon the tall girl, who was looking out over the stream, though for what purpose he didn't know. There was nothing worth looking at across the stream, so he wondered what had interested her so. Before he could ask her, however, she turned to him, startled.

"What are you doing here?" she asked smiling.

"I just thought I'd follow you, seeing as how you went off on your own," he replied.

"Oh. Well, I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself."

"Oh, well, actually."

"Yes?" she asked looking into his eyes, questioning what really was his reason for following her.

"I, well I just wanted to say that it was nice seeing you again, after all these years. You've grown beautifully."

Aeronel only smiled widely, as if amused as Eldarion began to stutter.

"I mean, you're beautiful; I mean you're beautiful in the sense that, as a person, beauty really is." he hadn't really known how to end, seeing as how he had already talked his way into a knot.

"Thank you, Eldarion," she said in a finishing tone. "I'll see you, back at the palace," she called reassuringly as she headed in the direction back to where she had left her friends.

Eldarion kept his stance facing the stream, as she walked passed him and back to the direction of the field. He only sighed in embarrassment, for his words had fumbled into dribble that made him seem like a dumbfounded idiot. Before he turned around to loosely follow Aeronel back, he gazed over the stream to notice a bush that had slightly wiggled. He waited a few moments to see if it would repeat its action, or if something would come out from hiding, but nothing happened. Putting what worry might have arisen aside he began to head back home.

IN ROHAN

"Aragorn, please, I would not beg it of you if it wasn't important, you know that. I called to you all to aid me, for if I thought my army alone could handle it then I wouldn't have even bothered to inform you, and you know it." King Eomer's words burned into the thoughts of King Elessar. Eomer was right, he wouldn't have asked anything from Aragorn had it not been of importance. At that moment, however, the words of Aragorn's dear wife were the only thing that split his decision. ".promise me you will not go freely into battle."

"Eomer, I beg of you to give my King some rest. The decision is a difficult one to make. I will be out there with you, for you are my brother-in-law and I feel it my duty to ride by you, and the son's of Imrahil wholeheartedly agreed to your company, is that not enough?" Faramir had stepped up in the conversation, hoping to break the tension that was so clearly felt in the room.

Faramir spoke the truth, however, for Eomer had asked that the five men of Gondor ride out with his army, including a small army that Faramir had brought with him from Gondor at the request of Eomer. Apparently, a mob of Uruk- Hai, some two thousand almost, had threatened the land of Rohan. Though Eomer had a strong army behind him, including the addition of some Gondorian soldiers, he felt this threat to be strong, and wanted the support of his good friend, King Elessar, besides him, subconsciously knowing it would fortify his own strength.

"It is enough Faramir, enough that I greatly appreciate it, but if I could possibly have five, rather than only four of my friends out there with me, then it would be all the more better," Eomer replied humbly.

The decision was now left in the hands of Aragorn. Had it not been for the words of Arwen, he would freely agree, no persuasion needed. Though a part of him called out in objection, he finally agreed.

"Good. Tomorrow then, we shall endure our glory," said Eomer, a smile of pride lengthened across his face.

LATER THAT NIGHT (in Gondor)
The moon now took the place of the sun, and its light shone brightly over the inhabitants of all Middle Earth. The house of the royal family of Gondor was quiet, as its own inhabitants were sound asleep. Outside the palace walls, however, was a different story entirely. Ainik's small band of forces began to surround the citadel.

"We will split up. I, and a few of my men will go after the boy and girl. The rest of you, get the other two girls. We will meet about 5 miles outside of the city, in that forest area where we had camped a few days passed. From there, we head back," the leader, commanded, as the group began to disband and follow orders.

Stealthily the mismatched group of orcs and Uruk-hai entered the citadel, quietly slitting the throats of the guards who watched at the entrances, and didn't hear the footsteps of the intruders, as their maneuvers to keep themselves quiet were skillful indeed. Once they had gotten through that layer of guards, they quickly began searching the rooms.

"Vrurt, come here," one of the orcs motioned to his companion. "You ever think we'll see the queen again in such a vulnerable way?" he asked, cunning dripping in his tone as they looked at the she-elf, peacefully sleeping.

"Quit messing around! Erurg, will have us slaughtered if we mess up!" he said, slapping the sense into his comrade. As they left, Arwen slowly opened her eyes, fear and anxiety running through her entire body.

"They don't want me,." she said, coming to her senses and realizing who they were after. Without thinking, she ran out of the room, looking towards her right hearing footsteps drawing near. As she turned to her left, her eyes widened, as she saw an orc entering the room of one of her beloved children. She froze for a second, not knowing who to call for Aragorn was away, and she had noticed that there wasn't a guard in sight. Before she could act however, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

"My queen." she heard the orc behind her say, as it bowed in jest. She pushed the orc out of the way, and ran down the hall, to the room of her son, but pausing for a moment as she heard the scream of Amdiriel. She looked back to see Amdiriel running out of her room, panting just as her mother was.

"Amdiriel RUN!" she called to her daughter, as she gave a look as if to say, "I trust you" to her and began to run herself to Eldarion's room.

Amdiriel didn't need to be told twice, but to her dismay the staircase leading down was blocked as more orcs, and now Uruk-Hai as she noticed were ascending the stairs. She knew the orc in her room was only going to be disabled for a moment, and time was running out.

"LAURELAS!!!!" She cried with all her voice, in hopes he would awaken and aid in the demise of the bandits. She ran down the hall turned left and began to head towards her sister's room, and screamed "ANARION!!!!!" as she did so, knowing she was passing by his quarters. The part of the hall that Amdiriel was running down was not yet infested with Orc, but it was soon to be.

AnĂ¡rion had heard the blood-curling scream, and rose from his bed, rubbing his eyes to see what the commotion was. As he opened the door, he was in time to notice two orcs, heading in the direction he had heard Amdiriel's voice trail off into. Quickly his eyes woke fully, speedily putting on pants and boots, leaving his nightshirt on, grabbing his sword, and then running after the two orcs he had just seen.

Back where Arwen was, she quickly made a sharp right down the hall and barged into Eldarion's room, only to gasp and find that he wasn't there. His sheets were ruffled and his boots gone.

"Gone, the one time we really needed him here," she sighed in disbelief.

"That was very rude for someone so high in place." she heard the familiar voice behind her once more, as she turned to see the same orc, with a blade in his hand, held upright in a position ready for attack.

Arwen's hands began to sweat, her breath beginning to run short, but her blood began to turn cold when she heard yet another scream coming from the direction of the rooms of her children, and the children of her loved ones. She began to panic as the orc slowly strode closer and closer, and she could find nothing near her to protect herself with, as Eldarion had taken his sword with him it seemed. She couldn't even run, for either direction she went he would reach her by only stretching his arm.

"You know, we are not required to bring you back." he spoke to her.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if your body rots here tonight or if we take you with us, it would be of little matter. The decision whether or not to kill you seems to be within my possession at the moment. and guess what?"

"What?" she asked softly, eyes widening for the orc's steps had run out, as he was finally toe to toe with the Queen.

"I've decided Gondor needs no Queen," he smiled demonically.

TBC. Woo! Not that action packed but a little more exciting then previous chapters. These next coming chapters however will be filled with excitement, hopefully. Don't forget to review! Constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks so much!